26 FEBRUARY 1910, Page 18

POETRY.

THE MIRACLE.

IT befell up in heaven

Where God's courtiers are That Michael the Prince Begged of Him 'a new-star: "Set it, Lord; in the sky, That men may thereby Give Thee worship and praise For Thy Melt!"

But one standing near At his broad mantle caught: "Beseech thee, Sir Michael, Lo! the wonder is wrought!

Of His steel bath it birth And the flint of the earth; And no star newly hung Is -more bright."

Then Michael looked forth Where the great ramparts yawn, Through the swirlings of space And the red mists of dawn, Till he saw whence it came

—That far flicker of flame—

For the first crocus-bud Was alight.

D. K. BROMIC,.